In The Middle Of Nowhere

I was struggling with the title of this painting. The painting has been finished for more than a month and a name wasn’t coming.
This work encompasses so much, there were too many influences in the end and I simplified.

All my work is mathematical, it speaks in other languages besides words and image and is open to many interpretations.
It suggests music, the intricacies of microscopic worlds or the vastness of space.
The colors are based on a place we lived when I was a small child. Exmouth, a place where the red desert meets the dark sea. Also an American base at the time, no town back then. My young parents were adventurous taking two small children to live in a caravan in the desert.

At one point I wondered off into the desert alone. Fear crept in as I realised I was lost and alone. Looking down at the red earth and my tiny feet in appropriate shoes. I came across a snake. This is one of my first memories and it’s like a picture in my mind. Look at at the tiny sand dune I had to walk up to see over each time. The spiky grass bushes. Around the moment of the snake slithering off. I have memories of an Aboriginal family in traditional clothing walking parallel to me on a rise in the distance. They didn’t approach. They just walked me to my friend’s camp and left.

As I get older more memories come back from this time and this amazing place. In the middle of nowhere… In the middle of nowhere only exists in space now as we have filled all the middles with places.